Sense of Humor
I have been trying to come up with somehing funny to write, but I think my sense of humor is broken. Here I am at work while my stomach is feeling like I ate a steaming hot bowl of botulism and still nothing is coming.
My sense of humor is so broken, I think I may have lost all my people skills. For instance, I went to a complaint the other day. The complaint was a domestic disturbance. Upon arrival, the supposedly feuding couple was sitting shoulder to shoulder on the front porch. I asked what the was, and the female said I just need you to stand by while I get my stuff and leave.
Great, babysitting grown folk is so much fun. So she packs all her crap, and I walk out with her. Once in the drive way she asks, “which car do I get in?”
All I could think to say was, “You mean you don’t have a ride?” It hits me now that there was no disturbance, and she needed no protection while gathering her belongings. She just wanted a ride. Like I’m fucking yellow cab. Yay! And people wonder why cops are cynical.